23

No one can see

this world but me

where aging stops at 23.

And if my body does contest

I yell at it – Don’t be a pest!

For what is more of who you are

is if you can be more than sure

that boring lives and silly talk

belong in garbage heaps of thought.

And if you think this not as real

then walk the plank of life in jail.

Dead man delivered in the mail.

Racing forward – human snail.

The only thing we pass along

Our vibrancy – unique song.

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